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If I had no voice to proclaim Your greatness,

Every cell of my being would declare the awesomeness of Your creative power.

If I had no legs to dance in passionate expression,
My spirit would yet whirl in ardent praise in the presence of Your Holiness.

If I had no hands to lift in surrender to You,
My heart would, in an instant, relinquish it’s rhythm upon Your entreat.

If I lacked senses to see, hear, touch or smell,
Your existence would still be unmistakable, undeniable…irresistible.

The insufficiency of my faculties, therefore, is of little consequence.
What is physical is mere illusion, what is spiritual is the true reality.
My sole possession, my will, considers both and reckons between the two.

As I pursue Your Spirit, embracing Truth, worshiping what is unmistakable…I am increasingly in awe of what I can not see, but, yet can not ignore. And, I’m forever humbled by the revelation that You, a Being so infinite and complete, find me as I find You….irresistable.

Cresting waves drone out their song,
The night winds blow through the reeds,
Distant thunder rolls out timpani percussion,
They practice their praise – for their audience, The King.

The expansive brine rehearses purposefully – never still, never weary,
Breakers sharpen their complex syncopation,
They rehearse each movement in perfect synchronization,
The shores swell with anticipation – as Creation’s Father draws near.

A thick black tapestry is drawn, dimming evening’s light,
It’s reflected ambience illuminating ocean’s center stage,
The cast is waiting, the atmosphere surreal,
Let worship rise, let it begin – for The Lord of Glory is here.

Bursts of light leap and ignite, dancing from cloud to cloud,
Winds swirl, waves churn, stirring worship from deep within,
Drops of rain plunge from heaven above, becoming one again with which they came,
Every movement, every sound, perfect and unfettered – a magnum opus, indeed.

Laser lights tap dance compulsively – thunder claps in time,
The tide churns in vehement celebration,
While sea grasses undulate in ardent devotion,
Passion and fire, impetuous and free – a felicitous worship for The King of Kings.

Then, suddenly hushed, a most holy moment ensues,
Only the crests still reverently sing,
The sea oats lie prostrate,
And creation rests – for Jehovah Shalom is pleased.

The Word of the Lord glows brilliantly above,
Giving definition to vapor, proof of the intangible’s existence,
It shines it’s light over all that remain,
And all creation waits with anticipation – until the Lord of the Dance returns.

My heart overflows with passion and revelation…yet, it’s illumination remains concealed, failing to fulfill the commission of influence;

My mind craves knowledge and feverishly pursues understanding…yet, it is fundamentally deficient of wisdom and discretion;

My will is, by all evidence, unyielding and tenacious…yet, at it’s core, it is unbearably feeble;

My spirit serves joyfully and tirelessly without concern for recognition…yet, my ego silently and veraciously hungers for admiration and promotion;

This is my Foolish Notion: The source of my strength is built upon the substance of my weaknesses. My Father inexplicably and incessantly loves me. In trusting without uncertainty that He designed me perfectly and completely for His pleasure – I am not a mere recipient of His mercy, but His expression, of His glory, for His purpose. I will forever be humbled and honored to be a foolish and weak thing redeemed for His passion.